Live, Die, Repeat - In Fur

Chapter 5

Tracer woke up with a jolt and in a pool of his sweat. He remembered how he was killed by the  alpha mimic at the French coast. It was him killing the mimic that started this mess and the hellish journey he had to go through. Why he remembered it, he didn't know but there were other pressing matters at the moment. 

 It took some time for his eyes adjust but once they did, he knew were he was immediately, the events of the past few hours hitting his head. The all too familiar metal table and chair, the fluorescent light in the ceiling although now changed to LED, the two way mirror to the right of the room, and the very much heavy cast iron door that separated him from the outside world.

His clothes were still the same as when he was in the car, minus the weapons, helmet and his notebook was missing. Out of everything else he was mostly worried about the notebook, for whoever opens that book would make them have a visceral reaction of fear and sorrow after a few pages of reading. At least he put a "Read at your own risk" note on the first and second page. 

Traumatizing someone wasn't part of his job description on most occasions. 

At least they were at least nice enough to put bandages on his head, chest, left leg. However, they didn't remove the metal piece that was stuck to his arm.

"How nice of them, I thought I was falling apart already..." Tracer said as he waited for someone or anyone to walk in.

Thanks to the resets, nearly all his senses were elevated. From something like echolocation to danger sense, his body adapted to the punishment from every reset. Right now, he could sense three people behind the glass mirror and two outside the metal door. The feeling on how he did it was indescribable, like closing your eyes in a familiar environment. You know where everything is, even though you cant see it, you know it's there.

This ability was mostly useful in breach situations or in a building where the air would reverberate depending on if someone was there. In the middle of a firefight this would be  useless but in buildings, it was like having aim bot as he could literally shoot through walls where an enemy would be.

'Five targets. Three without weapons, two with. Camera on the top left of the room, monitoring equipment behind the glass. It isn't muffled like some bullet proof mirrors so it should be easy to get through.' He thought as he analyzed his surroundings, getting a visual picture of the surrounding area. It was odd that the glass wasn't bullet proof but it was good that it wasn't.

Tracer had to make a plan for breaking out. If negotiations were to fail, he would have to resort to option A: Escape, or option B: Reset. He was still adamant at having a discussion with the anthros to really see what he was fighting against. There was another option however, one that he didn't like.

A part of him wanted to have a talk with the anthros to find out where he was and what the history behind this 'world' was. However another part of him pointed out that from what he had seen, the anthros weren't that friendly towards humans.

'Chains on my arms and legs connecting to the chair. Rusty, not well maintained for some reason... With enough strength I could break them at the cost of minor injury. The door has a keypad lock from the outside, no way of access from inside. My only choice is the window...for now.' He concluded. If he managed to get out of the cuffs he could use the chair and slam it into the window.

It sill wouldn't be enough since he didn't know where he was. He could be in a section of a heavily guarded base with different doors and hallways. Even his echo location had limits on how far it could project. Besides the plan for breaking the glass window, he couldn't tell if there was another locked door or more guards past that door.